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timeguardians · 5 months
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Tattooes and Hellish Discoveries
@avictimofthejazz continued from X
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His GRIP, while gentle, SCALDS. The way his discerning eyes refuse to neglect the marking that had been unintentionally revealed unerves the Lieutenant. "Because..." Qi'ra frostily clips, "WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN NOSY?"
Eyes flash upwards, honing in on him like vehement heat-seeking missiles. He isn't wrong. If it was a NORMAL marking rather than a brand, she wouldn't mind his elephant-like prodding. "IF IT BOTHERS YOU, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK!!!" She riles in a hiss, but realizes he is far stronger than she could ever hope to. But she stops yanking back on her wrist. It isn't worth the excruciating AGONY that surges through her every time he presses his fingers into her skin.
How could he think she was so FECKLESS or TASTELESS to willfully get a tattoo? "Oh come on." She grumbles, though her voice is nowhere near as viperous as before. She didn't want to have to spell this out for him. It's not something she is PROUD of.
"It's -- it's the Crim.son Da.wn logo." Qi'ra shiveringly confides. "Damn it, Doyle! Don't you understand what this is?" She counters, stepping into his personal space. Her eyes meet his uneasily. "I'm NOT my own." The NEXT words are spoken with notes of dettachment. "I'm a SL.AVE." Her ANXIETY only ratcheted so HIGH twice before. Once whens he was captured, then when she was BROKEN and BRANDED. "Dry.den and the Crimson Dawn OWN me."
Suddenly, she WINCES in agony. Her eyes prickle with tears as his touch sends pain hurdeling up into the balls of her knuckles. His asssessment of a shattered boke is NOT misaken.Instead of gifting him a satisfactory string of curses or a scream, she funnels all her breath out of her nose.
"LET GO." She rasps shakily, trying to propel him back with her free hand.
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billiewena · 2 years
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degasdyke · 6 months
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gonna get a little mean here, but yes, even progressive christians need to sit down and shut up sometimes. some of you all will be so quick to go "actually, christianity is inherently progressive and bigoted christians aren't real christians" in response to someone calling out issues with your religion. please just listen and ask how you can help. the US has always had a problem with white christians using their religion to justify racism, enslavement, genocide, colonization, etc. and unfortunately, they are very much "real christians" and also very much in power.
tl;dr - @ progressive christians, it doesn't matter how supportive of minorities you are, so long as you're refusing to acknowledge the systemic bigotry and cruelty of your religion.
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terratenshi · 1 month
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Do you think Anakin does the thing abused kids do where they talk about horrifying elements of their pasts like it's no big deal? Like...
Youngling 1: [throws a tantrum after getting shocked during lightsaber practice] Anakin: If I did that my master would whip me. Youngling 2: [eyes wide] Master Obi-wan? Anakin: [scoffs] No, Master Watto, he owned me when I was a slave. Youngling 1: [gasps] You were a slave?!! Random Jedi Master: [sighs and comms Obi-wan] Come get your Padawan, he's upsetting the other younglings.
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politicsofcanada · 6 months
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A city councillor in Pickering is calling herself a “modern-day slave” after council voted to dock her pay for 30 days following an investigation by the city’s integrity commissioner.
Coun. Lisa Robinson made the comment in a post on Facebook on Tuesday.
Robinson’s remarks followed a ruling by the integrity commissioner which found that her decision to identify three citizens by name in a Facebook post in which she announced that her annual Halloween event for charity would be cancelled amounted to a “bully tactic” which showed “blatant disregard for the wellbeing of others.”
Council voted to have me work for free for the next 30 days for a ‘sarcastic remark’ on my personal FB post. I am now a modern day slave,” Robinson said in the Tuesday post.
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Someone needs to explain to this white girl that having a month's pay docked for encouraging harassment of citizens she represents as a city councillor is not the same as fucking slavery.
Also there already is modern-day slavery in Canada, Lisa, and it's the prison system. Slavery is not you losing 30 days' pay for being an asshole.
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brettdoesdiscourse · 7 months
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Conservatives will tell black people my age that they can't be mad about slavery because they weren't alive during it and that they should "get over it."
And in the next sentence, they tell me to "never forget" 9/11, despite the fact I was not alive during it.
"We live in a post slavery world!" Babygirl, I live in a post 9/11 world, but I'm still expected to treat it as the biggest tragedy in human history. Explain that.
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After what we learned about Jack today, I no longer feel bad about Solar dying.Bitch programmed his son to have a completely memory wipe excluding only things pertaining to protecting Lunar every 24 hours. He straight up banned Jack from using the weird. slavery because he knew he’d get in trouble for it. He’s a worse father than fucking KC. Not as bad Creator but definitely worse than canon KC.
Congratulations!
I don't fucking care!
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I find the contrast between SpongeBob the tv show and SpongeBob the movies to be really interesting like:
Tv show: “oh look at this cute little sponge, is he adorable?”
The first movie: “THE MOMENT HE STEPS FOOT INTO OUR REALM, HIS LIFEBLOOD IS SLOWLY DRIED OUT AND HE IS FORCED TO MEET HIS END”
Tv show: “he likes to cook burgers at a restaurant, isn’t that sweet?”
The second movie: “THE MINITE HE CANNOT MAKE THESE SANDWICHES, HIS ENTIRE HOME COLLAPSESAND THREATENS HIM TO MEET GOD A SECOND TIME”
Tv show: “and he has a pet snail that’s like a cat, so cute!”
The third movie: “HIS PET GETS TAKEN BY AN ALL POWERFUL GOD WHO SENDS HIM ON DEATH ROW FORCING HIM TO ANSWER FOR HIS NON EXISTENT CRIMES”
Tv show: he hangs out with his friend, Sandy who comes from above the water, isn’t that neat?”
The leaked fourth movie: “HIS FRIEND WAS UNKNOWINGLY WORKING WITH THE COMPANY THAT STOLE HIS HOME TO HAVE HIS FRIENDS BE ENSLAVED AS PETS”
Tv shows: sometimes they sing songs, aren’t they catchy?
The musical: “DEATH IS INEVITABLE. EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING YOU WILL EVER KNOW AND LOVE WILL EVENTUALLY FADE AND CRUMBLE TO DUST. NOTHING IS FOREVER. PREJUDICE IS NEEDLESS FOR ALL ARE EQUAL IN DEATH. HATE WILL SAVE NOTHING WHEN ALL COMES TO AN END. THE UNIVERSE IS A CRUEL AND HARSH MISTRESS IF SHE EVEN DARES LOOK YOUR WAY. WE ARE BUT SPECKS OF DUST ON THIS MORTAL PLANE.”
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the-matron-of-ravens · 7 months
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Genuinely curious, what are your thoughts on Dancer and FCG cuz like, he Literally, not figuratively, tried to kill her and did kill all of her companions at the time. I can see being critical cuz she doesn't seem to treat them like sentient beings, but even in the canon... most of the automatons aren't. Just some of the really old ones from Aeor/other old cities, right? So? She got a whoops!sentient microwave, treated them like a microwave, they killed all her friends and almost her and she's supposed to....? Be good buds with them? Also I know it's said that she trauma dumped on FCG, but let's switch it from microwave to personal journal - how would YOU feel if your personal journal popped to life and attacked you for trauma dumping? IDK haha I guess Idk you opinions and I'm just responding to my projected assumptions of your opinion. REALLY I'd 100% sincerely would like to hear your thoughts. I was really bothered by FCG pushing to meet with Dancer. Like jeez just leave her alone, you're her literal sleep paralysis demon, read the room.
Hey! Thanks for the ask, I put this a little bit in the tags but I can elaborate more here. (Edit: elaborate A LOT MORE it seems)
So here goes, I don’t know if you meant it this way but the analogy of a journal or microwave is helpful here because that’s exactly how Dancer treated FCG - as a tool to be used. But they *aren’t*. FCG is a whole being with emotions and thoughts all of which are apparent and so clearly distinct from other automatons.
So tbh, I think the perspective of “whoops! Sentient bot” makes sense for like a month, max. Not years. After all, we have seen NPC after NPC recognize FCG is a sentient being almost immediately after meeting him. I find it VERY hard to believe that Dancer never realized it herself.
Additionally, we need to step out of the plot itself and look at FCG’s mechanics. We know that every time he heals, takes damage for someone else, etc. he takes stress points, and that once past a certain threshold his switch flips and he goes full Murderbot.
We also know that rest and recovery are what reduces FCG’s stress points. So that tells us that Dancer was using and using and using FCG and not letting him rest (enough? At all?) even though he needed it. Because again he’s a person not a tool.
Even when they met back up recently and FCG sobered her up she remarked how she missed him doing that for her. And while I don’t expect her to miss him, I do think it’s indicative of her interest in him never being about him as a person but only how he could serve her.
And if we want to criticize FCG for his lack of boundaries, inability to take no for an answer and pathological need to fix Dancer sure that’s fair. He needs to unlearn a lot of that and quick. But we then have to ask ourselves where did those traits come from? They didn’t come from nowhere.
FCG is mentally extremely YOUNG. Aside from the 6?-ish Months spent with Ashton all he remembers is his time with Dancer. So, if FCG has a pathological need to fix others, to help them, and feels worthless if he’s unable to do so - that comes from how Dancer treated and trained him.
That doesn’t just go away; ESPECIALLY not when FCG doesn’t even remember going postal and doesn’t see to have the (IMO) most clear and realistic view of his and Dancer’s relationship.
After all look how he interacts with the Changebringer. She’s his surrogate Mom/Dancer. He needs someone to tell him how to feel, think, and what’s Good and Bad because he doesn’t know how to do it for himself - because he wasn’t *taught* to.
But here’s my real question. What do we call one person keeping another person in service to them, with no compensation or personhood to be had, and with no intentions of releasing that person from that service? That’s slavery my dude. AT BEST indentured servitude.
(but that implies there’s a debt. What debt? Waking him up? He didn’t ask for that; that was her choice.
And again this sounds a lot like children being “indebted” to parents for giving them life, housing, feeding, etc. )
That’s the part I can’t get over. And that’s the part I can’t get behind where FCG is the abusive one. The power differential was NEVER in FCG’s court; he never once thought of himself as a person or as anything but in service of “Soul Touched”. That complete sacrifice of yourself and your needs (or an inability to even know you HAVE needs) comes from being in relationships where those things are expected/demanded.
So, yeah, he literally tried to kill her, and I gotta be real I’m not surprised. Even children of abusive parents who they love snap sometimes. Because again, that’s mentally what he was at the time. A child.
But even then, no I don’t think it’s unreasonable or unrealistic for Dancer to be traumatized or not want to see FCG again. I don’t even think she’s wrong to say “I can’t give you closure” because closure isn’t something other people give you.
But the way she’s been discussed to be largely clueless about his sentience, blameless in his blow up, and FCG’s victim? I just can’t get behind that. Like at all.
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makerscockandballs · 1 year
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I think the selling Fenris to Danarius option should make the whole team turn on Hawke and maul them like a pack of wolves. And it ends with a game over screen
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jewish-vents · 14 days
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to everyone insisting that the war in Gaza is like the Holocaust, i want to ask: is it also like American slavery? i don't think many people would say yes. they're not making the comparison because they think the two things are actually similar, they're making the comparison in order to minimize the Holocaust or get personal with Jews. my grandfather was a slave laborer in a concentration camp.
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echo-goes-mmm · 8 months
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Ambrose and Elliot #2
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Warnings: James is an oblivious creep, rape mention (use of the word), homophobic comments (no slur used), some cursing
It was a slow night, but that didn’t mean trouble-free. There was yet another complaint about James, his assistant. James called it “flirting” and “turning on the charm”, but most people called it “harassment” and “fucking creepy”.
Ambrose wiped down the last mug. Tossing the rag over his shoulder, he made his way to the back rooms. James sauntered over. He was supposed to be washing dishes, but lately he’d been doing less and less in his pursuit of sleaze.
“Hey Amby. I noticed our guest… Whatcha ask for?” 
“Nothing.”
“Really? Not even..” James wagged his brow. “I know you’re, ya know. Why not have some fun?”
“That’s disgusting. I’m not going to force him to sleep with me over a bowl of stew and some decency.”
“Not force. Gods you’re dramatic,” James threw his arm over Ambrose’s shoulders. A show of camaraderie that Ambrose did not share.
“You probably wouldn't have to hold him down anyway. I’d bet money he's done it before. Besides, there aren't any of your kind in the village. Might as well.” 
Ambrose shoved him off. “Get out.”
“What?” James backed away.
“You heard me. Leave. You’re fired.”
“You’re kidding right? I’m just saying-”
“You don’t do your job, you harass every woman who walks through the door, and now you have the audacity to propose I rape a guest. Get. The fuck. Out.”
James threw up his hands. “Fine. No one’s gonna work for such a fucking degenerate away. You’re gonna beg me to come back!”
Ambrose took a kitchen knife in hand and waited until he heard the front door slam to put it back. He let out a long breath. Hopefully his guest didn’t hear anything. The poor boy needed all the sleep he could get. 
His thoughts turned to preparing breakfast. The dishes could wait until morning.
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sporkberries · 9 months
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I’ve been thinking about the portrayal of SA and misogyny within fallout new vegas, from the Fiends and Caesar’s Legion specifically I think new vegas does a pretty good job at portraying oppression and abuse without seeming... for lack of a better term masturbatory. It’s by no means perfect obviously but i think its a solid attempt. The(living) victims of rape that we see within New Vegas( Pretty Sarah, Corporal Besty, and Siri) all have stories that i found pretty moving, relatable and truly heart wrenching. I think Betsy and Siri are the two that really stick out to me the most( sarah i struggled with getting involved in that quest line as it was too triggering ). Betsy is the definition of a “messy” victim. What Cook-Cook did to her left lasting scars, ones she refuses to acknowledge. And she’s angry she’s angry and she’s hypersexual and she’s lashing out at everyone in her life about it. She doesn’t want to be seen as weak and she doesn’t want to be a burden( i think her being a lesbian and very proud of that further bothers her as well, the fact a man was able to assault her weighs on her). Though her actions(especially her more pervy behaviour) aren’t excused by the narrative it’s very clearly a side affect of the severe trauma she experienced. I think it would have been really easy to have turned the Cook-Cook bounty/quest into a rape revenge story and I’m glad they didn’t. Sure she gives you some cash if you kill the bastard but the main way to help Betsy isnt (rightfully) killing her rapist but to help her get the help she needs, convincing her that her fellow soldiers care about her. It’s not common for more “messy” victims to be portrayed in media and personally Besty means a lot to me for that. Now contrast her with Siri, who is the complete opposite and equally strong because of it. Siri is a slave for Caesar’s Legion and given that she’s also a woman its not hard to guess what that entails. There’s been moments in video games where I’ve cried or felt disgusted and scared but when Siri warns a female legion courier about what legion men do and what they’ve been saying about her it makes me so... I dont even know how to put it into words(as my feelings on this topic are much harder to pin down and articulate compared to betsy). Even if you’re aiding the very men who are doing the awful things to her and the other women she doesn’t want you to experience what she’s gone through. She’ll warn the courier of what the legioners say about her of what they want to do and it’s just... god. I realize this isnt very well put together but its hard to know what to say about Siri other than she fucks me up. I realize there isn’t much of a thesis to this post but if there was it would be that I feel very seen by these women, and their stories and experiences manage to affect and move me greatly, while not being profoundly irritating and disgusting like so many other rape stories(especially written by male authors) are.
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distinctlywhumpthing · 6 months
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CW: BBU-adjacent, institutionalized slavery, dehumanization. Ongoing raid, fear of recapture, clinical/hospital setting, side-effects/consequences of medwhump (cerebrovascular). Beta-read by @alittlewhump <3 Second ask is from this list
Leo told him to stay still and pretend to sleep, no matter what. One of so few direct orders, Aiden could count them on his hand. The very same Leo had just been holding, fingers warming his, giving him one last reassuring squeeze before he’d let go. 
He couldn’t fail Leo.
Aiden pressed his hands into the bedspread to hide their shaking, to make them still. Starched-not-soft fabric in an orderly, woven grid under his fingertips. Hundreds of washes keeping it uniform for every new patient. Knuckles wrapped in the soft fabric of Leo’s sweatshirt. Left hand throbbing, forearms aching. Betadine and antiseptic sharp in his nose. The sounds in the hallway—the agents in the hallway. He knew those boots, those footfalls. He’d been here before. 
He was there. 
Beside the pool, clothes still damp from diving in, from sweating through what had to be hours of CPR. Dragged to his knees, slapped around, put in a van. The End.
He wouldn’t be able to give them his number this time, even if he wanted to. Except instead of taking a stand, he was simply too damaged. The idea of being beaten in front of Leo made his stomach twist and his throat tighten.
He couldn’t shake his head, squeeze his fist, find something, anything, to anchor him to where he was, who he was. The simplest task impossible. He used to be more than a passenger, an observer, recognizing less and less with each visit. Especially when it was like this, when he fell beneath the surface, into things that were muddy and murky and meant to stay that way.
He wanted to look, to confirm what he kept telling himself was true, but he had to keep his eyes closed. 
Leo wouldn’t leave him. Leo had promised. 
But the very foundation of the conditioning was doubt. 
With Archer it pushed him toward an impossible perfection. Empty responsiveness that only left him aching to do more, to be better. 
It nagged him constantly with Harrison but there was little to be done. Harrison took what he wanted, didn’t care what kind of vessel it came from. All of his memories returned were not enough to erase the conditioning, relieve the doubt. The ache to be deserving. 
He was certain it was worse to have both: what once was housed in the ruins of what he was now. 
Leo had no idea what he was taking on. Had no idea Aiden was falling to pieces in his own head when all he had to do was stay still and be quiet. 
He wasn’t meant to open his eyes but Harrison was peeling them open for him. Shining his penlight into one and then the other. 
“I know you’re awake.” His tone was terse. Frustrated? There was a complication? A delay? It was hard to follow, his mind slow to process. He tried to turn his head but he couldn’t. Of course he couldn’t, he was strapped down like always. 
Leo had told him not to move.
Harrison snapped his fingers in front of his face. “I asked you a fucking question.” 
He blinked a fraction of a second after he thought of it. He couldn’t remember hearing a question. There weren’t any quips surfacing and he wasn’t sure he had the energy to speak anyway. 
He hadn’t felt this drugged before. 
He wasn’t. 
Leo—was Leo still there? 
“For fuck’s sake.” Harrison demanded all of his attention by undoing the straps. “You’re lucky we need to do this or you’d be kissing a taste of freedom goodbye thanks to your attitude.” 
Too slow to snipe back again. 
He cried out when his arms fell to his sides, so heavy now that he had to hold them, fingers tingling as the blood rushed down to his fingers. 
He had to stay still. 
“I don't have patience for your bullshit today. Do not test me.” 
He swallowed the next whimper, the reprimand curdling in his empty stomach. Unaware that Harrison had released all of the other restraints until he folded forward. Harrison caught him unceremoniously, wrapping his arms around him in a parody of an embrace that still made his heart race and his cheeks flush as if it were earned attention, a reward. Sometimes, he’d wriggle closer, moan in Harrison’s ear or whisper a few lurid suggestions. (Anything was better than being a lab rat.) Once even licked his neck but after that, Harrison had kept him unconscious for so long. 
As much as he had nothing to lose, would push every button he could find in a fruitless attempt to force Harrison’s hand, his nerve was riddled with holes. Whenever Harrison was gone too long, he’d wonder if he’d ever come back. Doubt warping fearful anticipation into longing. He’d miss Harrison. Miss the attention, even of his scalpel, when there was a question of it never returning. He was nothing if not what they’d conditioned him to be. 
“Alright, up you go.” Harrison’s voice still had an edge. They were in the other room across the hall but he didn’t remember getting there. Harrison pulled him to his feet, placed both of his hands on the rail bordering the room. “Let’s go, I don’t have all day.” 
He gasped when Harrison let go, overwhelmed by all of his muscles working together for a purpose. But there was something else too, something beneath whatever drugs Harrison always gave him before these bouts of “exercise” to make sure he wasn’t too much trouble. 
“I don’t feel right…” It came out slurred.
Harrison was busy on his phone and waved him on with his free hand. “You remember. One foot in front of the other.” He used the hard toe of his sneaker to prod against his bare heel until he moved. 
Left foot forward. One step at a time. 
His head hurt, ears ringing, vision wavering. Harrison would be furious if he passed out. 
Right foot forward. His leg almost buckled and he gripped the bar tighter. The room spun. 
“Something’s wrong.” The syllables were marbles in his mouth. 
Left foot forward. 
The fingers of his right hand slipped from the bar. 
He couldn’t raise them again, like his whole arm had been numbed. His heart sprinted and stuttered, drilling fear deep into his chest. “Harrison, what did you give me?” The panic in his voice was clearer than the words.  
“Whatever game you’re playing, I am really not—”
Right foot forward. The room tipped. 
Harrison caught him and let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m fucking serious. Stand up and finish the lap.” He tried to shove him onto his feet again but he couldn’t balance. 
He was crying now, tears sliding down his cheek. The ones on the other side lost in the fabric of Harrison’s lab coat. “I—I—can’t—I can’t—” No words came out at all this time, only sounds. “Harrison!” His vision spotted. Harrison lowered him to the floor, let him slump against the wall, listing sideways. 
His expression was out of focus but his voice was stern. “This is your last chance. Stop—what—what are you doing?” 
Harrison caught him again but he couldn’t feel where, only the other hand opening his left eye for the light. He didn’t feel his fingers on the right before his vision flared. 
“Fuck.” Harrison held two fingers to his neck, checking his watch. “Look at me, talk to me.”
“I—I—I’m scared,” he cried. It was nothing, it was moans and slurs. “Harrison, help me, please!”
“No, no, no.” Harrison laid him down. “Squeeze my hand.” 
His hand was empty, he couldn’t—
Harrison raised their hands into his line of sight. His right hand limp in Harrison’s grip. “Please, come on, Nothing. It’s nothing, you’re fine. You’re fine.” 
He couldn’t feel his hand. “What did you do to me?” Again nothing came out. He whimpered when Harrison rolled him onto his side. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 
He must have been high out of his mind to hear those words. 
“Talk to me, stay with me.” 
How many times he’d wanted to say that himself but now he was the one leaving. 
“Beau, come on. Hold my hand.” Harrison wrapped both hands around his left one. He didn’t think he’d ever done that without gloves on. It felt so warm. “Here, see? Stay with me, Beau.” 
But Beau didn’t belong here. 
He had died when she had, when he’d failed her. 
“No, no, no.” Harrison was holding his face now. “Hey, ‘359. Come on, keep your eyes open. Trainee ‘359. That is a direct—” His voice broke. “Fuck. Please—”
‘359 was out of place too. 
Fragments and pieces, hollow on the inside, incomplete before he’d been given Beau’s purpose. 
A clean slate would always be empty, ‘359 couldn’t exist here.
“Please.” Harrison held him more carefully than he’d ever imagined him capable of. Like he was far from nothing, precious even. “Brandon. Forgive me.”
But he wasn’t Brandon. 
Or ‘359. 
Or Beau.
He only wanted to be Aiden. 
And even though he could still feel Harrison’s fingers entwined with his, he was Aiden. Aiden being careful not to make a sound as memories drowned him. Aiden not moving a muscle or opening his eyes, pulse sprinting in his chest as they waited. He couldn’t feel anything under his fingertips anymore, was growing more and more desperate to check that he was in fact lying in a bed and not waking up on the ground beside Harrison or worse already back on his table. He—
The door opening brought everything in his head screeching to a halt.
It wasn’t Harrison’s warmth still lingering on his hand. 
It was Leo’s. 
Leo who had found him, sheltered him, been so patient and kind with him. Had risked everything by bringing him here. 
He could keep still and quiet, bury his fear of what it would mean to go back, in hopes of selling this lie. To say nothing of what consequences Leo and his sister might face. He could never be the reason someone else was unmade. He owed Leo this, at the very least, as disappointing as he may have been in the rest of their short time together. 
Or did he have a different kind of obligation now? Not just to please and obey but one of higher grounds. To earn everything Leo had given him so freely. To repay selflessness with a sacrifice of his own.
One of the agents cleared their throat and Aiden knew this was it. If he went easily, quietly, they might leave Leo alone. As long as he surrendered before Leo had a chance to try and improvise. 
And he wouldn’t look at Leo at all. To make sure to implicate him as little as possible. 
There were voices in the hallway but he couldn’t catch the words over the way his heart beat so loudly in fear, thudding through his whole body. 
He promised himself he would tear the stitches in the van later. 
Being manhandled into cuffs might start the job anyway.  
He would—Aiden would do this to save Leo. 
He sat up and opened his eyes—
In time to see the backs of the agents as the nurse ushered them out, hissing something about “immunocompromised” and “goddamn idiots, don’t they teach you to read?” 
And Leo, staring at him in disbelief.
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gale-gentlepenguin · 2 months
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You would think that a rich man like Mr Fathom would idk check fertility before marrying a young foreign aristocrat. It’s not like creating progeny is an important factor in arranged marriages.
... I think that most people going into arranged marriages dont know there is an issue until they start trying. Most people dont check the fertility before a deal unless they are buying... Livestock or in really f***ed up cases, slavery.
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neechees · 1 year
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This is from a pie chart about pirates/werewolves/cowboys & while it's not 100% necessarily wrong, and the history behind piracy can be interesting, I feel like a lot of ppl forget pirates were also like. Partaking in oppressive systems. Especially ones from the golden age of piracy. Pirates very often engaged in the slave trade & would regularly kidnap enslaved Africans from slave ships so THEY could sell them, or even were rich & owmed plantations with slaves themselves. and while yes there's also cases of previously enslaved Black people fleeing slavery in favor of piracy, pirates engaging in the slave trade was so prevalent to the point that they would sell their OWN BLACK CREWMATES into slavery when they felt like it. Most pirates were also dudes & would also pretty regularly rape & abuse women, pretty horrifically. There's a reason Ann Bonnie & Mary Reed disguised themselves as men. You could argue that maybe they meant "pirates" as in like modern digital piracy like for tormenting movies, or the general much wider definition of "pirate", but i feel like that's not what the post meant since the one I'm talking about (who sail the seas on a ship w a captain, so forth) very often also gets mentioned alongside werewolves & cowboys.
Cowboys share a similar history that while yes, very many cowboys actually weren't White (or rather there was a lot more nonwhite cowboys than Western movies would like to have you believe), a lot of (White) cowboys were very racist & often displaced Indigenous peoples, & the job (of ranching & working as a cowboy) was also used in the assimilation of Native people.
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